NPC
The Ursaring's feet pounded on the cave floor, making a boom each time they took a step. The first one, Brock, had his hands clasped around the Litwick's mouth so she couldn't talk, or worse, scream. He then put her in a glass, soundproof compartment and he tied it to the ceiling.

[color=1b1464]"There We go. Another light."[/color]

[color=8882be]"How much longer?"[/color] the younger one asked eager to know. He had been waiting for the special moment when it would happen.

[color=1b1464]"Our eyes still need to adjust a bit more, then we're good to go"[/color]

The smaller one laughed in excitement, eager to see the burning ball of hope again.